Tim Jeffery
Tim sometimes shoots from his living room,
And into his conservatory right onto the target,
When he’s not training at Stoke Mandeville,
Where he improves thrice a week as a go get.
With his left arm amputated, his right one does,
Most people told him he would not be able to,
But he’s visited the Euros and done the Worlds,
‘And ‘Cos he won the World Cup, he made Rio.
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